On President’s Day, twenty years ago today, we purchased a house on what is locally known as Political Hill from the Bushes. This is back when “W” was in office.
These Bushes were non-political and we got to be very good friends. Sadly, these two adventurers passed away last year.
This Minnesota emigrant excitedly stayed awake that first night in our new home, watching a full moon and its shimmery reflection on the surface of the mountain-lined Flathead Lake. It had been our longtime dream to live in the mountains. That first day seems like yesterday.
Where does time go?
